Chapter 153 Ending
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"Mo Fan! Get off me!"
Fang Gu's eyes returned to normal, and he felt his body tense and unable to move, with a heavy pressure on him. He looked up and said anxiously.
Hearing Fang Gu's voice, Mo Fan did not leave Fang Gu's body, but looked at Ye Feiyang. After seeing Ye Feiyang nod, he stood up from Fang Gu's body.
"What happened?"
Fang Gu got up from the ground, looked down at his blood-stained hands, then looked at Zhan Kong's unfamiliar face, his eyes filled with confusion.
"I'm telling you."
Mo Fan briefly explained to Fang Gu what had just happened.
"Now that the evil spirit in the armor has been dealt with and the ancient king's legacy has been obtained, can we leave now?"
Fang Gu said.
He didn't want to stay in this shabby place at all.
"Feiyang, you eliminated the evil spirit in the armor. Doesn't that mean you have inherited the ancient king's legacy?"
Mo Fan looked at Ye Feiyang and asked tentatively with a trembling voice.
"I guess so."
Ye Feiyang glanced at Mo Fan, and he saw through the little thoughts in Mo Fan's mind. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he nodded with a smile.
"ah!!!!"
Seeing Ye Feiyang nod, Mo Fan felt as if his heart had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives. The pain was piercing his heart, and the whole world became dim and dark. His eyes were dim. He lowered his head, like a lonely pug.
Originally, Ye Feiyang's strength was stronger than his, but he thought that he had Xiao Niu, and now he was a high-level magician after all, so he would have the opportunity to catch up with Ye Feiyang in the future. However, he never expected that this ancient royal tomb not only had his opportunities, but also Ye Feiyang's opportunities, which were even countless times stronger than his opportunities.
The gap between the two has not only not narrowed, but has become even wider!!!
Thinking of this, Mo Fan felt extremely sad.
It's like I don't want my brother to have a bad life, but I don't want my brother to have a better life than me even more.
But Mo Fan, with a big heart, quickly calmed down and spoke slowly.
"Feiyang, how are we supposed to get out?"
Ye Feiyang did not speak, immersing his mind in the armor. The evil soul was destroyed, and he felt the pure and majestic dark light contained in the armor. This dark light was the real source of power for the ancient king.
Ye Feiyang tried to mobilize the energy within. Then, a powerful aura emanated from his armor, transforming into a powerful pressure that sent Fang Gu, who had just stood up, sprawling back to the ground. Mo Fan and Zhan Kong were equally distressed, their faces flushed red, their legs slightly bent, straining to keep their knees from falling.
Ye Feiyang's appearance had changed drastically at this moment. His hair had turned crimson, his pupils were pale, and he looked lonely and indifferent. Several crimson blood lines appeared on his face, flickering. He looked like a god or a demon.
Ye Feiyang waved his hand, and the figures of several people disappeared from the altar in an instant.
Mo Fan and his companions appeared again on the outer city wall of the ancient capital.
"Where's the young master!?"
As soon as Mo Fan and the others appeared, Uncle Fu appeared in front of them. Seeing that the familiar figure was gone, he asked with a trembling voice.
Mo Fan's clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his back. Facing Uncle Fu's question, Mo Fan did not answer. Instead, he slowly raised his head and cast his gaze towards the blood-haired man in armor who was floating above Sha Yuan.
It wasn't just Mo Fan. It could be said that everyone standing on the outer city wall was watching, and even the entire ancient capital was watching.
At this moment, the man in armor is the most handsome guy in the whole place!!!
There was no other reason, it was just that with the appearance of the armored man, all the undead outside the city knelt down, and even a powerful Lord of the Underworld descended from the sky and prostrated himself on the ground to express his submission. The Corpse of the Mountain, the leader of the Eight Dead Kings, knelt on one knee.
The identity of this armored man is about to be revealed. From ancient times to the present, there has only been one person who can make the eight dead kings submit to him, and that is the founder of the Land of the Dead - the Ancient King!!!
Of course, not all the deceased kings knelt down. For example, Queen Jiuyou stood on the shoulders of the mountain corpse and did not move, but just stared blankly at the man in armor in the air.
She was very familiar with that face; it was Ye Feiyang, with whom she had a deal.
Ye Feiyang is the Ancient King!!!
Although she didn't want to admit it, the armor, the huge dark light on her body, and the indifference and arrogance that looked down on everything could not be faked.
Uncle Fu was also dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how his young master could suddenly become the Ancient King after just one trip to Shayuan.
"Disperse! From now on, the undead here shall not invade the living! Mages shall not actively hunt the undead. Mind your own business!"
Ye Feiyang spoke word by word, and these words were like words that followed the law, deeply imprinted in the soul fire of every dead soul sleeping in the land of the ancient capital. These words also reached the ears of everyone in the ancient capital.
The originally powerful army of undead collapsed in an instant, and those ministers and generals returned to sleep underground.
And many dead kings, including the Corpse of the Mountain, entered the Abyss one by one.
And Sha Yuan also slowly disappeared.
Ye Feiyang's figure also disappeared.
Watching Sha Yuan and the undead army disappear from the city wall, Han Ji and the others completely relaxed their worries and showed kind and warm smiles on their faces.
Saran's conspiracy was shattered, the army of undead outside the city disappeared, and even the undead would not pose any threat to the ancient capital in the future. Even ordinary people could walk outside the city at night.
If you think about it this way, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the revival of the master of the Shayuan, the king of the undead.
In the evil abyss.
Ye Feiyang sat on the Blood Throne, with the Nine Nether Queen standing in the first position on the right, and the Mountain Corpse in the first position on the left. The remaining Dead Kings followed in order behind them.
"Queen Jiuyou, all future affairs of the fallen nation will be handed over to you. Purge all undead spirits that disobey your orders from the ancient capital. The other dead kings will assist you."
Ye Feiyang glanced at Jiuyou and said lightly.
"King, although we can restrain the undead from causing chaos, killing and bloodlust are their nature. It's okay in the short term, but if it lasts for a long time, I'm afraid there will be problems."
Queen Jiuyou showed a trace of confusion in her eyes and said hesitantly.
"I have thought about this matter a long time ago. You only need to be restrained temporarily. Then I will give you a chance to kill as much as you want."
Ye Feiyang said calmly.
Upon hearing this, the other seven deceased kings were shocked and exuded joy.
Queen Jiuyou stopped talking.
"In that case, I'll leave the matter of the country's destruction to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feiyang's body disappeared from the Blood Throne.
Seeing Ye Feiyang disappear, Jiuyouhou saw a hint of obsession in the eyes of the Blood Throne.
"Ahem, although this power is strong, it's not that easy to use!"